‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through my beat

Not a creature was stirring, not a saint nor a cheat.

All my cases were closed and locked in my desk,

In hopes that for once I could perhaps get some rest.

Conner and crew were all safe, tucked away,

Their plots of yuletide pranks foiled – for today.

Cassi was sound asleep, in my shirt she was wrapped.

I was soon to join her, for at least a quick nap.

When outside somewhere there arose such a clatter,

Cassi sat up and shouted, “What is the matt...